Chapter 1.
His footsteps echoed through the uninstalled halls of the Art Gallery as he walked towards the showing room. It was quiet. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, this place was buzzing with people for the unveiling of a new collection. In this collection was his target. A painting estimated to be about 70 years old from an unknown artist. The gallery purchased it for 60 million and would probably pay double to get it back. Which is why he knew she'd be after it.
After interrogating security guards, who told him that is was all quiet inside, he was positive she was there.
"You're a homicide detective. Why are you patrolling for an art thief?" One of them asked.
"Because she killed my partner."
Her name was Tess Reims. She was a thief who's been robbing galleries and museums for 2 years now.
No one had ever caught her, and she'd been non-violent until 3 weeks earlier when she was involved in the death of 2 officers and one Detective. His partner. His Best friend. Now, he was set on revenge, and he had to find her.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped and looked, but there was no one there. Positive that someone was still following, he hurried around the next bend and stood waiting.
As he peered out to the hallway to see if someone was coming, he felt someone tap he shoulder. He looked around just to be punched in the nose.
"Ow, Fuck!" he screamed in pain. He had gotten a good look at his attacker. It was her.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He asked, still holding his nose.
"Can't have you getting in the way, Ash."
'How the hell does she know my name?' he thought.
Before he had time to retort, she threw another punch at him. This time, he blocked and grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away, but he gripped tighter.
"Don't even try," he said glaring at her.
She tried to knee him in the balls but he blocked and punched her in the stomach. He released her roughly and she stumbled backwards, coughing.
"I thought you were smarter than to show up here." He said.
"What, you didn't think I'd leave you, did you?"
They circled each other, waiting for the other one to strike.
"Why'd you kill those men?" He asked.
"I didn't kill anybody."
She tried to hit him again, but he grabbed her and enclosed her in his strong arms so she couldn't move.
"Damn!" She hissed as she jerked and tried to pull away.
"Hey now, no need to get feisty," he said looking down at her.
Compared to him, she was on the smaller side. She was about 5'5, which made her feel small pressed up against his 6'2 frame. Her long, dark, wavy hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with her shorter strands framing her face. Her thick thighs and hips curved up to her small waist and her full , soft breasts, that were pressed up against his chest. He wasn't gonna deny, he loved the feeling. But the most mesmerizing were her eyes. They were big, with long thick lashes and were dark. Sparkly, but dark as night.
She scowled up at him as he gazed at her face. He scanned it, noticing she had a few faded freckles. His eyes moved down to her lips which were parted from her panting.
Without even thinking, he leaned in to kiss her.
"Hey, what are you-" he cut her off by planting his lips on hers. She stopped fighting and moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed hers.
"Mmmmmmm..."
Her cheeks flushed, and she felt warm pressed against him.
Lost in the moment, he loosened his grip on her.
'Idiot.' She thought.
Before he could even come back to reality, she slipped one arm out of his grasp, reached behind her and pulled out his handcuffs, closed one on his wrist and cuffed him to one of the pipes running along the ceiling.
Chapter 2.
I pull at my handcuffed wrist with my free hand.
"Fuck."
'Damn succubus,' I think to myself.
I look over at her. She's grinning like a cheshire cat. She's smart enough to stand out of my reach.
"Oh, is this what you're in to?" I ask her.
I reach for my gun. Not there.
I hear her laugh. Fuck. Even her laugh's adorable.
"Looking for this?" She holds up my gun.
Damn. She must've swiped it while I was holding her.
I jerk my cuffed hand harder, and hear her laugh again.
"This fun for you?" I ask.
"Only because you tongued me."
"You're not mad about that, are you?" I say with a laugh.
"Yes! But we can deal with that later. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a painting to collect before the cops show up."
"Don't touch that fucking painting, Tess."
"Try and stop me."
She aims my gun at me and fires.
I bite back a scream as the bullet tears through my shoulder.
"You bitch," I say, passing out.
I woke up a few hours later, tied to a chair. I blink a couple times and realize where I am, with the pain coming back. I'm in the middle of the show room.
"What th-" I start to say to myself, and then I realize the empty spot where the painting was. Damn it. Then I hear footsteps behind me.
"Cops will be here in 20 minutes."
I recognize that voice...How can something so sweet be so evil?
"You think you're gonna get away this time?" I ask.
"I know I'm going to."
She walks around front of me a bends over so we're eye to eye.
All I'm really focusing on is the view of her tits she's giving me.
"You know Ash, I really hope one day we can move past all this."
